Blindly building
Buildings by placing
Brick by brick patterns
Of cemented lined spaces
Of fate in action;
Catalysts and pathways
Purposelessly fervent
In purposefully moving
In subjective motions
Of duty and justice
And purpose;
Hell bent
On self injected
Motivations.

Overwhelmed by relief,
Waves of absolution
Washes over my grief
As she rises from her grave
My pleas that she remained
On this earth,
Have been heard
Again.
Overriding the hate
That came from
Demented forms of manipulation.

What kind of being
Fakes their death
As a method
To distort an others
Moral obligation.

There was a time I believed
In a fantasy place.
I built a temple on
Corinthian orders
Of paranoid imagination,
Ornate acanthus leaves
Chiseled into fine lunacy,
Screeds of data scrolled
Into voluted borders,
As fluted grooves of belief
Sang to me, ’twas reasoned.

But eventually,
In disbelief, I
Watched the wrecking ball
Of objective participants
Demolish the columns
I had sculpted with
Time and attention
Instantaneously,
Left in ruin.

I won’t build temples again.

I wish
You had chosen life instead.
I had wanted to see magic
At least once.

Cruelty lies in specter smiles.
Knock her down while
She rises from the abysmal abyss.
Unceasing taunts of mnemonic haunts;
Aesthetic bleeds in unstoppable torrents.
Greed; gossamer veils sputtering cries.
Building denial into belief.